“Mamma,” said Johnny, holding his mother fast in a long, close hug, “I don’t think I ever loved Him so much as I do to-night; and I don’t think I’ll ever be really worried, or not long, anyhow, when things seem to go crosswise again.”
CHAPTER XXII.
THE WAY OF ESCAPE.
“It must have been most beautiful,” said Tiny, “I wonder if it looked at all like that?” and she pointed to a large, bright star, which seemed quite alone in the sky, for the sun had only just set, and no other star could yet be seen near this one.
“I think it was much larger, Tiny,” said Johnny, who was standing close beside her. “You know if it hadn’t been quite different from the other stars, no one would have thought it was anything in particular, and the wise men said, quite positively, ‘We have seen His star in the east, and are come to worship Him.’ So you see, it must have been different.”
“Yes,” said Tiny, “I didn’t think of that. And how glad they must have been to see it, for they seemed perfectly certain about what it meant. They didn’t ask if He really had come, or if the people at Jerusalem thought He had, but just ‘Where is He?’ And then they found out right away; I don’t believe they would, if they hadn’t been so certain.”
“And just think,” said Johnny, “how splendid it must have been for them to be the first ones to tell the people about it, when they got back to their ‘own country.’ That was even better than it is to be a missionary now. I wonder if any of the people they told it to laughed at them, and didn’t believe them.”
“I don’t see how they could,” said Tiny. “Why, you know everybody was looking for the Saviour, then; and so when the wise men told them how He had been born just where the prophets had said He would be, and that they had really seen Him, how could anybody not believe them?”